Comic Contemplations, Part 2.5
In which our hero expounds on the nature of his fandom and shares some random observations.
I realized that yesterday, I went into very little specifics about what I saw at the con. This is not due to some blindness or memory lapse on my part but rather the nature of my particular interest. For me, the con was less a fact-finding mission to glean secrets profound about anything than it was all about the journey, the experience mentally, physically, and metaphysically, in the con itself.
I’m a comic fan but I’m not, at this time, a comic fanboy. I haven’t had a pull at a comic shop since Junior High and while I never completely lost interest in the medium, while I’ve read isolated books here and there, enjoyed adapted films and games, I haven’t actively followed the tangled knot of comic history in an age.
Given my ignorance of the scene, I did not seek out much in the way of forbidden lore. Even if, in my wanderings, such lore was thrust into my face, I wouldn’t have recognized it. For such arcane comic knowledge, I was a very poor vessel.